The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson

"If you knew the truth, you wouldn't call her that."

"What truth?" Roger asked, confused, as his father had always hinted at something

when it came to Deborah.

"I don't know why you ask, since you should know," his father said angrily. " Ungrateful child, you better stop this nonsense. You're only ruining our name."

"I'm not ruining anyone or anything. If anything, it's that mute who-"

"Deborah," his father interrupted, seething

"What?"

"Is it so hard to call her by her name?"

"I'll never call her by her name, so you should understand how much I hate her."

"You do know that to fully inherit the company, your grandfather asked for a grandchild."

"Well, don't worry, Dad. I have great news: you're going to be a grandfather soon, Roger declared happily.

"What...? Is Deborah...?"

"No, of course not," he said with disgust.

"What... but you said..." His father's eyes narrowed. "Wait, are you saying your mistress is pregnant?"

"Yes, and that's why I'm divorcing Deborah to make Sophia my wife, as I should've. done from the start." ""You can't do that."

"Yes, I can. I love Sophia. She was the one who saved my life back then."

"What? What nonsense are you talking about? She didn't-"

"Stop pretending, Dad. You never looked for my savior because you knew she was humble and didn't want to acknowledge her." "That's a lie, son."

"She warned me you'd say that, but I don't care. I'm divorcing the mute because I love Sophia, and I owe her my life."

"I don't know what lies that woman has told you, but you're not getting a divorce."

"Yes, I am. And don't interfere in my life. I deserve to be happy."

"Then be prepared to tell your mistress she won't be living in the villa."

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT. THAT HOUSE IS MINE!"

"That house was prepared by your grandfather for you to live comfortably with Deborah," his father declared furiously. "Not for your mistress." "Well, now I'll use it to live with my new wife."

No, you won't. Your grandfather left a special clause in his will. If Deborah or you file for divorce, you lose all rights to everything," he said, smirking. "W-what?!" Roger stuttered, terrified.

"So stop spouting nonsense, get rid of that woman and her b*stard, or prepare to end up on the streets," his father said, frowning.

"You can't do that!"

"Yes, I can. So I expect good news tomorrow, or Elliot will inherit everything."

"You can't give everything to my kid brother. He's a minor."

"I'll just resume the presidency and hand over when he's of age."Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Roger fumed upon hearing this.

"So, think carefully and use your brain," his father declared angrily, standing to approach him. "I'm so disappointed... getting tangled with an opportunist and believing her lies," he said sadly before leaving the office. "What a letdown... I thought I raised you better." Roger felt frustrated and cornered. His father wouldn't let him live with whom he wanted and assumed his beloved Sophia was with him for his money, which was a lie. She loved him sincerely. But the threat of losing everything over a divorce infuriated him, especially after working hard to earn his place in the company.

"It's all her fault..."

"Roger..." Fabian called worriedly.

"Bring me the pending tasks, Fabian, and don't forward any calls," he ordered angrily, sitting down to work. He'd prove to his father that the company was better in his hands. "And Deborah, you'll pay for this..." COMMENTS

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